The Parting Of Decourcy And Wilhelmine (Lucretia Maria Davidson Poems)
(Written in her fourteenth year.)Lo! enthron'd on golden clouds,Sinks the monarch of the day;Now yon hill his glory shrouds,And his ...
(Written in her fourteenth year.)Lo! enthron'd on golden clouds,Sinks the monarch of the day;Now yon hill his glory shrouds,And his ...
Will God indeed with fragments bear, Snatched late from the decaying year? Or can the Saviour's blood endear The dregs of a polluted ...
SIR ROGER TREPAN was a sensitive man, and very much moved by the war.It made him aware of a number ...
"The exiled monarch slowly turn'd away;He could not bear to view those towers again,Which proudly glitter'd in the sun's last ...
Wake! wake! friends of your kind!There's a Demon, a Demon, abroad!Ye'll scent him in every breath of the wind;—Around him ...
The little children wept and wailed;Heart-rending were the tears they shed."Mamma, mamma, we want our food!Get up, mamma, and give ...
Listen, my children, and you shall hearThe midnight activities of Whats-his Name,Scarcely a general now known to fameCan tell you ...
O you, my Mother, my Native Land,Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!And you, O Raven, accursed bird,On whose ...
It is heart-rending to know a kisscannot cure the world of its illnesses,nor can your happiness, nor your tragedyof being ...
What's become of you why this white hair and pinkWhy this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rendingThe great misunderstanding of ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Then trim the lights, my strange, strange child,And let the fagots glow;For more of these mysterious thingsI fear, yet long, ...
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze, From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright, While ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
'Twas in the town of Sunderland, and in the year of 1883, That about 200 children were launch'd into eternity ...
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